Blog of Billy

Three pounds of red meat, a couple of beers, an animated stripper/super-heroine, and a nap. God bless America. The only bit of Americana that I didn't get to partake in was a trip out fishing. Luckily, this weekend marks the 7th annual Okie Noodling Tournament down at Bob's Pig Shop in Pauls Valley. I might just have to find me a pickup and mosey on down there, take advantage of Oklahoma being one of only 5 states to specifically legalize such a high-brow pastime. Keep in mind that noodling is not "fishing" in the classic "rod, reel, tackle, etc" sense. No, this tournament will be for those with a bit more personal interest in catfish. Imagine that a certain rouge cou wades out into a river, trying to find animal holes in the riverbed. Imagine further that once one is found, the "angler" sticks her/his hand into the hole, hoping and praying that there's not a snapping turtle or snake or anything deadly down there, and simply a catfish who may find the hand tasty. Then the fisherfolk (overwhelmingly masculine, but as the Girls Gone Grabblin' video would have us know, there is representation of the feminine as well) grabs the catfish or whatever else may have been in the hole and hauls it to the surface, claiming it as a catch, minus whatever skin and digits may still be in the water. I know B. Moyer would be interested, and with recent events in his life, there's not much more of his finger to lose.

Congratulations to mama on her first tattoo. It's been an Okie kind of week.

Cat-napping on the porch swing.